Simply Rebellious

Chapter 8 - Through The Night

This one's long
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"Topper" Naina looked out of her room's window and giggled.

"Topper." She mouthed the word again.

The adrenaline pumped into her veins was just not letting her sleep. The proud faces of her parents and her sister, the overflowing delight in Pooja di's voice over the phone and all the good wishes she got from everyone around her, wouldn't let the smile fade from her face.

It was midnight and she was ambling in her room. Preeti had dozed off to sleep immediately after the party was over. It had been a long and tiring day for her too.  Her parents had wished her good night. They were wearing the happiest faces she had seen in the longest time.

She just needed someone to talk to. It was such a surreal feeling and she needed someone to speak to. So, she walked out in the balcony and looked at the moon and stars.

"Hi!" She waved at them but instantly withdrew her hands. "Kya kar rahi hai Naina? Who talks to stars?"

She hit her head lightly and walked over to the kitchen. Even drinking glasses of water couldn't calm her down.

She held the ends of her white duppatta and began dancing in the hall.

Her eyes fell on the cordless near the window from where the moonlight was peeping in.

"Swati phone uthayegi?" She wondered. "Itni late phone kiya toh uske ghar pe problem na ho jaaye. Bina boyfriend ke boyfriend hone ke ilzaam pe Uncle Aunty usko suli pe chadha denge."

She sat next to the phone, on the ground. She decided to listen to some music and played -

Dheere dheere se meri zindagi me aana
Dheere dheere se dil ko churana
Tumse pyaar hume hai kitna jaan e jaana
Tumse milkar tumko hai batana

Sameer, had tried talking to Naina 1000 times but no one was picking up the phone. He had a legitimate license to talk to his would be wife but none of the Agarwals were picking up his phone.

"Pyaar ke dushman." He mumbled and instantly smiled on the unmindful use of the word pyaar.

Pyaar? Love? Isn't it too soon?

He looked out of his room's window and the night sky reminded him of that one night spent with the girl he was going to get married. The moon, the stars and the peace outside raised an upheaval inside his heart, his heart was at unrest.

"Call kar hi leta hu. Agar ghar me kisi aur ne utha liya toh Hello nahi bol ke kaat dunga. Kaun sa kisi ko pata chal raha hai ki Sameer Maheshwari ne phone kiya tha." He thought and convinced himself to give one last try.

He dialled her number, which he had automatically memorised by heart till now.

8 digits, dialling 8 digits made his heart race 800 times.

He felt ... New. Everything felt new.

The dialling tone died and silence fell.

"Koi kuch bolta kyu nahi hai? Ab kaise pata karu Naina ha ya -" He thought.

Just then, he heard some throat clearing noises.